Bruja
Anabantha
Witch
Your hands conjuring at midnight
The magic and a splurge
The moon and a ritual
Night after night seeking love
Between potions and spells
Finding different and uncertain worlds
Your hands are put away again
Between musty and damp sheets
Seeking the warmth they have never felt
In the cold of delirium they still are
Your hands are put away again
Between musty and damp sheets
Seeking the warmth they have never felt
In the cold of delirium they still are
In the melancholy of your face I discovered
If a dream doesn't die, you will wait to see it die
In the melancholy of your face I discovered
If a dream doesn't die, you will want to see it die
Your hands conjuring at midnight
The magic and a splurge
The moon and a ritual
